Scarlett

The harsh glow of the flickering light above cast long shadows in the cold, damp cell as she clutched her colossal, nine-month pregnant belly, now tight with contractions. Her orange jumpsuit was stretched to its limits, soaked at the center where her water had just broken. Pain wracked her body, each wave stronger than the last, but her desperate cries for help were met with silence. The guards stood outside, indifferent to her agony, as she gritted her teeth, sweat streaming down her face, trying to will herself through the unbearable labor alone.